Then he knelt to his task, ripped away doublet and underwear to lay bare his lordship's mangled side, and called for water and linen and what else he needed for his work.
He was still intent upon it a half-hour later when the dragoons invaded the homestead.

The clatter of hooves and hoarse shouts that heralded their approach disturbed him not at all.

For one thing, he was not easily disturbed; for another, his task absorbed him.

But his lordship, who had now recovered consciousness, showed considerable alarm, and the battle-stained Jeremy Pitt sped to cover in a clothes-press.

Baynes was uneasy, and his wife and daughter trembled.